Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

After the news of the exam was confirmed, the few students in Class 7 who had a more serious attitude towards study began to get nervous.

Especially Chen Miaomiao and Wu Weicheng, who were bad at math, ran to Jing Ji after class. You ask one question, and I ask one question, and it's almost become the unique scenery line of the seventh class.

"Jing Ji, I still have a math problem that I can't do," Chen Miaomiao looked at Jing Ji a little embarrassedly, and said carefully: "Do you have time to tell me now?"

Afraid that he would be annoyed, he hurriedly added another sentence: "Just one question this time."

"Yes, what is the question?" Jing Ji put down the math Olympiad book in his hand and looked at her: "Let me see."

When Chen Miaomiao heard the words, she quickly spread out the pages of the book, pointed to the lower right corner and said, "That's it!"

Jing Ji glanced at it, it was a big conic question, with a total of two small questions.

The first sub-question is to find the eccentricity of the ellipse, and the second sub-question is to assume a condition to find the ellipse equation.

"It's not difficult to understand this question," Jing Ji picked up the pen and wrote out the conditions for the title on the scratch paper, and said, "Let's first set the coordinates of the Q point to be Q(x0, 0), from this we can see..."

He slowed down his speech and deduced it step by step, worried that Chen Miaomiao would not understand, so he wrote down the steps in detail as much as possible. Although his voice was cold and indifferent, there was no ups and downs, and there was no expression on his face, but it made people feel his meticulousness and patience.

Chen Miaomiao's gaze involuntarily moved from the scratch paper to Jing Ji's face.

Jing Ji's facial features are three-dimensional and well-defined. From her point of view, she can see his thick and long eyelashes, blinking occasionally, as if they are on the apex of people's hearts.

Even though he knew that Jing Ji might not like girls, Chen Miaomiao couldn't help but beat her heart.

He studies well, looks handsome, he is really a **** ah ah ah ah!

"Do you understand?" After Jing Ci finished a small question, he raised his head and asked her.

"Ah... ah?" Chen Miaomiao blushed and looked away from Jing Ji with a guilty conscience: "I still don't understand."

Jing Ci thought that he was talking too fast, and was thinking about how to be more detailed. Chen Miaomiao suddenly came up to him and asked in a low voice, "Jing Ci, what type of person do you like?"

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and then changed the topic without a trace: "It's okay if you don't understand, I'll tell you again, this question may be involved in the exam."

"Ah! Okay." Hearing that he might pass the test, Chen Miaomiao immediately put away the mind of gossip and began to listen carefully.

Five minutes later, Chen Miaomiao held the exercise book, looked at Jing Ji with bright eyes, and admired: "You are amazing! I understand!"

"It's nothing," Jing Ji smiled at her and pointed to the draft paper on the table: "Do you want to take this back? You can take it out and take a look when you need it."

"Of course!" Chen Miaomiao grabbed the draft paper, as if he was holding onto some treasure: "Thank you, boss!"

"It's okay, you can come and ask me if you don't understand in the future." Jing Ci said, and lowered his head again to continue reading.

Chen Miaomiao was moved to tears, how could Jing Ciren be so good ah ah ah!

She couldn't help thinking of the question she asked just now, hesitated for a while, and asked again boldly: "Jing Ji, what type do you like?"

"Let me draw a few more similar questions for you," Jing Ji paused for a while, without looking up: "When the time comes, you can do it and deepen your memory."

"Wow, that's fine! Thank you!" Chen Miaomiao instantly put her question to the back of her head, nodded her head in surprise, and wanted to say something else when the class bell rang.

She had no choice but to return to her seat holding the exercise book and scratch paper.

From beginning to end, Jing Ji did not answer her question.

Ying Jiao seemed to be doing a question on the side, but in fact listened to the conversation between the two people completely. He turned his head and glanced at Chen Miaomiao, and slowly hooked his lips.

Jing Ji seems to have a good temper and is patient with everyone. But in reality, this attitude is limited to learning.

As for his privacy, Jing Ji protects it strictly, let alone Chen Miaomiao, even if ten her come to ask, Jing Ji will not answer.

Ying Jiao hummed and asked Jing Ji before the teacher came, "Yueweixuan's ice powder is good, do you like it?"

Jing Ji has nothing to dislike about food, at most it can be divided into special liking and general liking. Hearing that, he nodded: "I like it."

Win arrogant got the answer, turned his head and continued to do the question contentedly.

Sure enough, Jing Ji treated himself differently from others.

Otherwise, he also asked if he liked it, and he only answered his own.

The days went by in a flash, and soon it was Friday.

Class 7 has confirmed that a total of 21 people will go to the dinner party. Because the notification was a little late, many people have already made arrangements in advance.

After eating at noon, Jing Ji hesitated for a while, but went to the toilet with his mobile phone behind his back, and called Father Jing.

Father Jing seemed to be taking a nap. After being woken up, his voice sounded very impatient: "What's wrong?"

Jing Ji said lightly: "I have a class dinner at night, and I may not go back."

Father Jing snorted coldly: "Dinner? Come on, don't make excuses, I still don't know what your virtue is?"

Jing Ji took a deep breath: "Really..."

Before he could finish a sentence, he was interrupted by Father Jing: "I don't care what you do when you go out, I can't care about you either..."

Jing's father's sneering and sarcasm reached Jing Ji's ears through the phone's microphone: "You can do whatever you like. I will transfer the living expenses to you next month. That's the same sentence. If you spend more, don't ask me again."

He stopped for a while and complained, "Why are you so naive to make such a messy phone call at noon! You've been tired all day, and it's hard to have a lunch break! Then what...don't come back if it's late, so you don't have to get up again. open the door for you..."

Jing Ji hung up the phone expressionlessly.

He put the phone back in his pocket, stared at the wall for a moment, and then left the toilet without any difference.

On the way back, Jing Ji met Li Zhou who came back from the small shop.

Li Zhou threw him a pack of spicy sticks and asked him, "Where did you go? The toilet?"

Jing Ji hummed, and walked and chatted with him back to the classroom, with no sign of unhappiness on his face.

In the afternoon, those who were going to dinner in the seventh class couldn't sit still. The bottom of the buttocks is like a worm, and it moves every few minutes. I wish the teacher would announce the dismissal of school immediately.

When the bell of the fourth class rang, and Teacher Liu just finished talking about the precautions, someone couldn't wait to rush out.

"Don't worry, you can pack up slowly." Ying Jiao sat on the chair without moving, looked at Jing Ji and said, "The box has been reserved, and it is estimated that it will take twenty minutes for the food to be served. They just sat there early."

Jing Ji thought about it too, and the movements in his hands suddenly slowed down.

He Porridge and the others didn't leave either. They deliberately took a few books and put them in their schoolbags, so that they could go home and show their parents a look. Only then did they leave the school with Ying Jiao and Jing Ji.

After arriving in the box, several people consciously gave up their seats beside Ying Jiao.

Jing Ji looked around and saw that there was no other vacant seat, so he had to sit next to Ying Jiao.

They were all growing up, and a group of people were already starving, not to mention the fresh smell of fried vegetables lingering in the box. However, before the time to serve, I had to order an ice powder to satisfy my cravings.

Although it was cold outside, the air conditioner was on in the box, and the warm air was scorching hot. There were a few hot boys who even took off their jackets as soon as they entered the door. At this time, eating a bowl of ice powder is the best thing.

Yuewei Xuan's ice powder is the signature. In a small white porcelain bowl with blue flowers, there are more than half bowls of bright, trembling ice powder, sprinkled with a thick layer of chopped nuts and raisins. The amount of brown sugar is just right, neither too sweet nor too mellow.

"Are you used to eating?" Ying Jiao always watched Jing Ji's expression out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that there was nothing on his face, he couldn't help but tilt his head and ask.

Jing Ji nodded: "It's delicious."

Yingjiao glanced at his bowl.

There is not much in a bowl of ice powder, and it is almost finished after a few bites. At this moment, there was nothing left in Jing Ji's bowl.

He put down the spoon and asked Jing Ji, "I'll order you another bowl?"

"No," Jing Ji shook his head and took a sip of sugar water: "Enough, keep your stomach to eat."

While the two were talking, the dishes were served one after another.

They are all classic Sichuan dishes, which are spicy and delicious, especially for meals.

Among the twenty-one people, there are only three girls, the rest are all boys, and the ones with big appetites can swallow a cow. A few more dishes were added in the middle of the meal, and just like that, after everyone put down their chopsticks, there was nothing left on the table.

Wu Weicheng patted his stomach while wiping his sweat, "This is so cool!"

He Conge rubbed his red nose and sneezed: "Let's go, let's chase the next one."

"Go!" Zheng Que put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and rushed out first.

A group of people went to ktv in a mighty way.

He Congee reported his mobile phone number at the front desk. After the waiter confirmed their reservation, he took them to a large box inside.

This ktv has just opened, and the equipment in the box is new. The microphone volume is loud, and the jukebox is full of recent popular songs.

Peng Chengcheng was so sympathetic that he didn't even want to sing a song. As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the karaoke machine and sat there to help order songs.

Jing Ji didn't go to grab wheat with the others. He found a sofa and sat down, and put his schoolbag on the back table. Ying Jiao sat next to him. He Congee and Zheng Que looked at each other and sat down as well.

A group of people had been in the school for nearly a month, and now they finally had a chance to release their instincts.

I don't know if their singing is too scary. After the waiter made sure that they didn't need anything, he walked out quickly. Before a song was sung, fruit platters and snacks and drinks were delivered one after another.

Ying Jiao looked at the coffee table full of Coke, reached out to call the waiter, whispered to him, and after a while, the waiter came in with a bottle of soy milk.

Under the watchful eyes of He Congee, Ying Jiao used a bottle opener to pry open the lid of the soy milk bottle, inserted the straw into it, and placed it in front of Jing Ji quite naturally: "You drink this."

Jing Ji looked at the Coke in front of the others and wondered, "Huh?"

Yingjiao pulled the tab of the can and chuckled, "Coke kills sperm."

He held Coke in one hand, leaned against the sofa lazily, smiled, and said shamelessly, "Of course, I'm different, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Jing Ji blocked his mouth with a piece of watermelon.

Jing Ji held the soy milk expressionlessly and drank it one by one with the straw in his mouth, ignoring him.

Yingjiao smiled, bit off the tip of the watermelon, and didn't forget to take advantage of the opportunity: "It's really sweet."

He Conge, who was beside him, glanced at him contemptuously and moved to the other side, thinking that Quan Dang didn't know this person himself.

There were only two Mikes in the box. The others were idle and bored. They went to the front desk to ask for a beer bottle and played Truth or Dare.

Wu Weicheng held the wine bottle high, as if taking an oath, and loudly commanded from the front: "Sit down, don't leave empty space between the two! Yes, just move it like that!"

When everyone was in place, he smiled and said, "Then I'll start!"

Saying that, he put the beer bottle on the coffee table, rubbed his hands together, blew two breaths into his palm, stretched out his hand and turned it hard—

The beer bottle rolled twice, and the mouth of the bottle finally stopped in front of Zheng Que.

"Fuck, are you so unlucky?" Zheng Que scolded in a low voice, "I choose a big adventure!"

Wu Weicheng smirked: "Are you sure?"

"Real man," Zheng Que gave him a look: "What you say is the water that was poured out."

"Then..." Wu Weicheng rolled his eyes and looked at He Porridge next to him. Because there was a girl, he simply appointed someone: "You, go and rub He Porridge's butt."

He Porridge was eating watermelon, when he heard the words, he said, "Damn it! What's up with me?"

Wu Weicheng dumped the blame very naturally: "No way, who made Zheng Que choose the big adventure."

"Knead it." Zheng Que had a lively personality, and he played well. He pushed He Congee: "Old He, get up if you are a brother."

He Porridge is also unlimited, and the eyes of everyone in the room are focused on him. He put the watermelon on the coffee table, stood up, and said to Zheng Que, "Get up when you get up, brother He is someone you can't afford to play with?!"

Zheng Que immediately reached out and touched it, and while touching it, he gave back to the public: "It feels good!"

He Conge squinted at him, suddenly smiled, and twisted the orchid finger: "Master, if you feel better, come back!"

The whole room burst into laughter.

Zheng Que had goosebumps all over, and hurriedly sat a little further away from him, almost not asking for a bottle of mineral water to wash his hands.

There was a good beginning for the two of them. Next, a group of people played more and more wildly, and they asked for anything. Jing Ji, a person who had never participated in such activities, was taken aback for a while.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate in his heart, fortunately, he was lucky, and he was never on the wheel.

However, some flags cannot be set too early.

Next time, when the mouth of the wine bottle slowly stopped in front of him, Jing Ji's eyes froze.

"I..." In view of the experience of the previous person, he said decisively: "I choose the truth."

Jing Ji is not as faceless and skinless as others, and Wu Weicheng is his brainless fan. He takes special care of him. He didn't ask any drastic questions.

Jing Ji lowered his eyes unnaturally, stopped for a few seconds, and nodded stiffly: "Yes."

"Okay! Forget it!" Wu Weicheng grabbed a handful of cashew nuts, chewed it, and geared up: "The next round has begun! All are optimistic!"

"Fuck Old Wu!" A boy next to him gave him a punch, "Can you **** swallow what's in your mouth before you talk?! It's sprayed all over my face!"

Wu Weicheng looked at him and smiled: "I'll give you some holy relics to improve your luck, what's the matter, I'm not happy!"

The boy shivered in disgust, and slapped him fiercely.

Several people are used to making troubles, and Wu Weicheng doesn't care. The right hand exerted force and turned the wine bottle fiercely.

This time, the mouth of the wine bottle was aimed at Yingjiao.

Yingjiao put down the Coke in his hand and said lazily, "I choose the big adventure."

In normal times, no one would dare to let Yingjiao do this or that, but now a group of people who are high don't even distinguish between south, east, north and north, where can they care about school bully.

After playing for so long, this is the first time it is Yingjiao's turn.

A few people were secretly doing things, and they made a big move towards Yingjiao: "Brother Jiao, kiss the person next to you!"

He Conge looked left and right, and immediately ran to the farthest corner from Yingjiao at a speed that was not commensurate with his size.

As a result, the right side of Yingjiao became an empty seat, and the left side was Jing Ji.

Jing Ji was drinking soy milk quietly, but he never expected that the fire would burn himself. Hearing this request, looking left and right, a mouthful of soy milk almost choked out.

The corners of Yingjiao's lips curled slightly. It's not his fault. He didn't want to do anything, but God was helping him.

The Son of Heaven's Chosen, it's probably him.

The boys in the box were still whistling and booing—

"Kiss one kiss one!"

"Quick! Come on brother proud!"

"Quick! It's not a man if you don't kiss!"

"Applause to Brother Jiao! Come on Brother Jiao!"

Ying Jiao chuckled lightly, turned around and put his hand on Jing Ji's shoulder.

Jing Ji tightly held the soy milk bottle in his hand, with no expression on his face, in fact, he was already panicking.

His ears were flushed, and the moment Yingjiao touched him, his cheeks burned with a bang.

In normal times, he would have pushed Yingjiao away long ago, but now he is playing games, no matter how much he asked before, no one would refuse...

He kept building his heart for himself. They were all boys. What happened to a kiss? Zheng Que touched He Conge's **** just now, it's a trivial matter...

But no, as long as he thinks of the picture of Ying Jiao kissing him, his whole body will burn.

Jing Ji's mind was blank, and he didn't even know when Yingjiao was pressing on him.

He was sitting in the far corner of the sofa, and there was no one on the left. Yingjiao is tall, and the posture of being trapped under him completely blocks his upper body. Even Zheng Que, who was closest to them, couldn't see what the two of them were doing.

Jing Ji was short of breath, and his heart was pounding. He was so panicked that he subconsciously reached out and pushed Yingjiao.

Ying Jiao held his wrist, and when Jing Ji was about to continue to struggle, he snorted at him: "Don't move."

A godsend opportunity.

When he heard the request, this was Yingjiao's first reaction.

At this time, he took the opportunity to say goodbye in person, and no one could fault him. Yingjiao's heart was itching so badly that he couldn't hold it back anymore. But when he saw Jing Ji staring at him with his eyes open, his heart softened.

Jing Ji's eyelashes trembled, he tried his best to look calm and looked at Yingjiao: "You...you..."

"It's alright," Yingjiao sighed in his heart: "Brother has a way, oh... Be obedient, don't move."

Jing Ji looked at him hesitantly.

Ying Jiao's eyes were soft, and in a corner that no one saw, he stretched out **** to touch his lips, and then slowly put them on Jing Ji's lips and rubbed lightly.

In Jing Ji's dazed eyes, he turned over, raised his eyebrows and said to the others, "It's all trivial."

Everyone in the box thought that he really kissed Jing Ji, and they applauded excitedly: "Niu Bu Niu Bu! Jiao Ge Niu Bu!"

The game continued to the next round, and those scorching gazes instantly shifted to other places.

Jing Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief, his throat was a little dry, and he was about to take a sip of soy milk when Ying Jiao suddenly turned his head to his ear, his voice was low and a little hoarse: "This time let it go. you, but..."

He said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Next time someone asks you if your first kiss was or not, remember to say it's gone."

He paused and chuckled, "Give it to me."